Scarred

This post,
I sincerely wrote it
To an old-time friend.
No, an "acquaintance" I would call her now,
She was once
A dear friend of mine.

And I still remember
At the tears I shed.
Kept thinking of the time,
When everything went wrong.

                                                                                       

Dear you,

Yes, you.

You,
Who used to give me smiles
When I had a sad face on.

You,
Who used to give me laughs
When I had sorrow thoughts on my mind.

Never occurred to me once,
That it's You,
Who would be the one.
...
...

Who would turns all our good times
Into the painful ones.

Please be kind

And as I was twisted,
confused.

Is it too much of me,
to ask them.
To understand,
the situation I'm in.

And I beg you,
Please be kind,
To this fragile heart.

Phobic

Never once did i realized
That I've grown to be a person
That afraid of being criticized.

I shivers,
At other's ridicules

And others laugh,
At my adrenaline rush.

And all i could do is cry
At my own loser self.

Diary of a non-wimpy kid

I remembered when I was a little kid,
Several years in age,
I wasn't much of a good girl.
I was manipulative, a dominator.
I didn't pay attention to my friends' feeling.
I made my friends look bad, unintentionally.


Am I a psychopath?

The Things that I've just noticed about myself, #case 1

It's true people can't read minds.but people can read vibes.

And I can't stand those who tell lies.